Текст песни Pink Floyd - Murder

Текст:

Some of them standing, some are waiting in line As if there was something that they thought they might find Taking some strength from the feelings that always were shared And in the background, the eyes that just stare What was it brought you out here in the dark? Was it your only way of "making your mark"? Did you get rid of all the voices in your head? Do you now miss them and the things that they said? On your own admission, you raised up the knife And you brought it down, ending another mans life [ From: ] When it was done, you just threw down the blade While the red blood spread wider, like the anger you made I don't want this anger, burning in me It's something from which it's so hard to be free And none of the tears we cry in sorrow or rage Can make any difference, or turn back the page

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